A Un-quirked Detective

"Ma'am, can you please let me in," Noya asked knocking on the womans apartment door, his other hand holding his briefcase.

"I can't!" the woman replied, "What if you're the murderer!" she said behind the door.

"You just called me on the phone," Noya explained, "I'm here to find the murderer," he said.

"What if you have a transformation quirk!" she accused.

Noya pinched the ridge of his nose trying to think about how he could reason with the woman. At least to the point that he could get paid once he was done with his investigation.

"If I find out who the murderer is, will you then leave your room?" Noya asked.

"....Yes," the woman responded.

"Ok then," Noya said, "I'll be back," he told the woman leaving the door.

The apartment room where his client was, was three floors up from the ground level. Luckly for Noya there was an elevator so he could avoid going down more stairs today.

After a moment he had gotten to the bottom where the body was located.

It was a twenty-year-old man by the name of Gima Hiroki, his quirk was Mimicry. The ability to mimic any voice he'd ever heard.

He had lived next to his client and was currently laying on his back three floors down on the same side as the room's window. This led Noya to think the man may had taken his own life.

But, after another look Noya dismissed that notion. The body was in a much too clean state, there was no blood polled around his body and his limbs looked to be in good condition.

Noya then put down his briefcase seeing it necessary to take a closer look at the body. He opened up his briefcase and grabbed a pair of gloves and started to walk towards the body. Before a hand was put on his shoulder.

"This is no place for children," a voice behind Noya said.

Hearing this Noya looked behind himself and saw a tall muscular man with a mostly purple suit, not counting the yellow fingerless gloves and boots. On his back was a yellow cape, and on his face was a purple domino mask.

"I am here because I am being paid to be here," Noya said shaking off the hero's hand, "Please let me do my job," he asked.

"Well don't worry!" the man replied, "I have already checked out the body and determined the cause of death!" he said with a smile.

"Oh? Then can you tell me," Noya asked, "I have to tell my client what happened, or I won't get paid," Noya explained.

"Then you may tell them that this man had unfortunately taken his own life!" the hero said proud of his deduction skills.

Know that what the hero said was wrong at that he still needed to find out who killed the man, Noya continued his way towards the dead body.

"You see that's why I'm the one of the best Heroes," the hero started to say before noticing that Noya was still walking towards the body, "What are you doing?" he asked rushing to Noya's side.

"My job," Noya replied, "I still need to find the murderer," Noya told the hero.

"But there is no murderer," the hero said confused.

"Yes, there is," Noya said getting to the body, "If you can't see that, it probably means you didn't check the body too well, "Noya said.

"It is my first time checking a dead body for clues," the hero admitted.

"Wait, what did you with the body?" Noya asked.

"All I did was pick up the limbs, twist his head around, then looked around," the hero said.

"You touched the body?" Noya asked looking at the hero's exposed fingers.

"Of course!" the hero replied proud, "To double check it was dead and to look for a weapon," the hero said.

Noya had to calm himself down, fingerprints were no longer a perfect piece of evidence. If Noya wanted to use fingerprint evidence he would have to know for certain that the fingerprint was not the hero's, which could get difficult if the prints were too similar.

Not to mention all the tiny pieces of evidence that the hero may have either swept away or stuck to himself.

With deep breaths to calm himself down Noya crouched down to the body and started to pat him down.

"Do not defile the body!" the man said.

"I'm not defiling," Noya responded, "What is this?" he then said noticing something in his pocket.

In the dead man's pocket was a folded-up note.

"Searched the body huh," Noya mumbled.

"Well, I'm not a detective," the hero defended.

"And I am, now can you read this to me as I finish checking the body," Noya said handing the hero the note.

"My scales are crimson; I swim in the sea. Smoked or fresh, a treat I can be," the hero says reading from the note.

"It was one of those people," Noya looking at the dead body's arm.

There was heavy discoloration in the skin starting at the forearm and ending at the elbows.

"What do you think the answer could be?" the hero asked while trying to figure it out for himself.

"Don't know," Noya answered moving on to checking the man's leg.

The leg also had discoloration; it was only on thigh though.

"It could be about a person with a weird quirk," the hero said.

"Maybe," Noya replied taking grabbing the dead mans had and opening and closing fingers.

"What are you doing?" the hero asks.

"Checking up on the rigor mortis," Noya responded.

"Very odd," Noya commented feeling almost no pushback on the fingers

"What is it?" the hero asks.

"The livor mortis shows that this man died at least twelve hours ago, but the rigor mortis shows that the body died somewhat recently," Noya replied.

"Well how is that possible?" the hero replied.

"I have a hunch," Noya responded, "How's the progress with the note?" he asks the hero.

"I don't know how to do riddles," the hero admitted.

"Is there anything special about the note?" Noya asked.

"None, no signature," the hero responded not sure what he should be looking for.

"Give me that," Noya said getting up and grabbing the note from the hero.

"Rude," the hero mumbled.

Noya then took a good look at the note, he noticed that the words on the note were written in cursive. And the ink quality was way above what a normal ballpoint pen could do.

"A fancy pants man murders a man and makes a riddle about it," Noya mumbled.

Noya then got up, took some notes on the situation, and started to go to the elevator.

"Where are you going?" the hero asked following Noya.

"To a friend of Mr. Hiroki," Noya said pressing a button to calling an elevator.

'So that's the dead man's name,' the hero thought following Noya into the elevator.

Getting into the elevator together, Noya was slightly squished due to the hero's muscles.

"So, what was that livor morits and algor mortis stuff you were talking about?" the hero asked making small talk.

"Livor mortis is the skin tuning purplish after death due to gravity pulling down blood to one area," Noya responds, "And algor mortis is how the muscles clench up after death."

"You learn something new every day," the hero remarks.

"What's your hero name?" Noya asks.

"Oh," the hero said caught off guard, before clearing his throat, "I am Energy Fist! With my quirk to discharge energy from my fists all villains will crumble!" the Energy Fist said putting on a voice.

And with that the elevator doors opened, and they walked into the third floor.